Not to mention things outside the sect, in Langya City, Yang Ji came back from the Wudian and fell asleep. This final battle is too exhausting.

This kind of loss on the body cannot be made up for by cultivation. It can only be a good night's sleep, and the sleep is replenished.

By the time Yang Ji woke up, it was already the second day, and the dust had settled on the entire martial arts examination, and the martial arts examination that had lasted for more than ten days was finally over.

Many people left Langya City on the same day and returned to their hometowns or sects.

"Yang Ji, congratulations on winning the first place in Wu Xiucai. We've gone back to Black Sword Mountain to see you sleeping, and we haven't bothered you. The mountains are high and the rivers are long, and everyone will have a chance to see you again in the future. ”

"Also, welcome to the Black Sword Sect to find me!"

The pen is the name of "Chen Zhu".

Yang Ji finished reading the contents of the note, and then put it back on the table. Listen with your ears up, the next door is quiet, there is no sound at all, obviously it has long been emptied.

Chen Zhu seemed to have waited for him for a while, and saw that he hadn't woken up, so he moved out.

"Have I slept for so long?"

Yang Ji sat on the Dengzi, holding the mahogany table with one hand, and said secretly in his heart.

The entire Martial Saint Station was much quieter, not as lively as before. Although there are still many people, it is obvious that the martial arts examination is over, and many people have left early.

- They stayed here just to enjoy this triennial martial arts feast. Now that the game is over, it is natural to come from and where to go.

"Senior Brother Yang, let's go out for a while, meet a few old friends, and come back soon. ”

Yang Ji picked up the second note on the table, which was left by Pan Chen and them.

As for the third one, it's much simpler:

"Senior Brother Yang, let's go out and play for a while. Hungry or not, come back in the evening and I'll bring you something delicious!"

This is Ouyang Zishi's, written in scribbled cursive. Almost unrecognizable.

"This guy!"

Yang Ji shook his head and smiled. When I woke up, several people were gone, and it really didn't make sense. However, the Wusheng Post Station has always been safe, and it is the three major post stations of the imperial court, and there have been basically no problems.

This is also the reason why several people left with peace of mind.

Standing up from the table, Yang Ji walked to the window. It was already evening when I opened the window, the sky was slightly dark, and the huge locust tree outside the window was full of branches and flowers, and there was a hint of joy.

Looking back at this martial arts examination, Yang Ji sighed with emotion, "It's really a good thing and a lot of grinding!"

In the last battle with Bai Julu, Yang Ji was not very sure at all, he just tried his best to fight. When the white giant deer summoned the powerful Torture Heaven. Yang Ji really almost thought he was going to lose.

Fortunately, in the end, I still won.

Looking at the open vision outside the window and the rows of buildings, Yang Ji only felt that his heart was filled with a supreme sense of achievement.

"It's the second first. ”

Yang Ji said secretly in his heart.

Although Chen Zhu said in the message that he congratulated him on winning the first place in Wu Xiucai, Yang Ji knew that it was not at all at the moment, and the real result would have to wait until the final results of the martial arts examination came out.

But no matter what, this time the martial arts examination is either a literary test or a martial arts test. I've done my best. The rest is not something you can control.

"Squeak!"

Yang Ji retracted his gaze and closed his hands. The open window was closed again.

Although this year's martial arts examination has ended, for Yang Ji, things are far from over.

Whether it is the "Soul Vortex" or the "Soul Spear", these newly created zào skills are still very rough and need to be handled by Yang Ji.

The battle with the white giant deer made Yang Ji discover a new path.

Yang Ji believes. The path of using spiritual power is far from over.

In addition, the newly completed "Overlord's Wrath" also has a huge flaw, using it once will drain the blood qi of the whole body, and it will cause a large message of the body, which is abnormal.

This is a loose exercise. A by-product of a poorly structured structure.

This skill still has a long way to go from creation to finalization, and the stronger the skill, the more so.

All of these are the problems that Yang Ji needs to face in the future.

There was silence in the room, and Zhao Hua and Lin Qingyan didn't know when they would come back. Yang Ji sat down cross-legged on the ground, hesitated for a moment, reached into his right hand into his arms, touched a hard object, and then took it out.

"That's it. ”

Yang Ji looked at the black cloth bag in his hand. The "Wrath of the Overlord", "Soul Spear", and "Soul Vortex" can all be perfected at a later date.

But there is one thing in this martial arts examination, but Yang Ji is like a stalk in his throat, and he has a lot of doubts, and he must find out.

In a battle with the white giant deer, Yang Ji was punished with two axes.

These two axes are so powerful that even the ring of fine iron can be split, but Yang Ji was injured by two axes, although he was also injured, but the injuries were not as severe as he imagined.

During the battle, Yang Ji could clearly feel that part of the energetic qi flowed to the position of his chest, and then quickly disappeared, as if it had been absorbed out of thin air.

In fact, it's not just a battle with the white giant deer. In the previous time, Yang Ji also had this feeling. It's just that at that time, it wasn't so obvious.

It's so weird. If you don't explore and understand, Yang Ji's heart will be like a hundred claws scratching his heart, and he won't be able to do other things with peace of mind.

Yang Ji spread the black cloth bag on his hand and opened it layer by layer. Although it is a cloth bag, it is actually very thin, otherwise it would not be able to be carried close to you.

The room was silent.

Yang Ji spread out the last layer, and what appeared in front of him was something that Yang Ji had forgotten for a long time.

"Is this the thing......

Yang Ji looked at the mutilated scripture painting in his hand and frowned deeply.

This is a broken scripture painting that Yang Ji and Duan Gang picked up together from the town under the Iron Crown Sect. At that time, it took Yang Ji a strong pill.

Judging from the current Yang Ji, it is naturally nothing. But at the time, it was very valuable. And considering that it is a mutilated scroll of scriptures, it is likely to be useless, and the price is already very high.

Only half of the painting remains, and a huge mountain peak is steep and straight, towering into the clouds. Below the peak, about the location of the mountainside. A quaint cave looms......

Half-cut, everything is half-cut!

Half of the paintings, half of the peaks, half of the caves...... , Yang Ji has actually seen this painting many times. But this time, I vaguely feel that something is different.

Where it is, Yang Ji can't say clearly. If you have to be careful and more serious. That is, the original scripture painting was just a dead thing, but now, Yang Ji vaguely felt a trace of life on it.

"Could it be that this scroll of scripture paintings can absorb blood and energy?"

Yang Ji frowned, and said secretly in his heart. He took the mutilated scroll and looked at it carefully.

It's actually been more than a year since I got my hands on this unnamed scroll. But Yang Ji still doesn't know what this thing is and what it does.

Only half of the scripture painting is left, but it can absorb the blood of others in battle and reduce part of the damage. Such a strange and incomplete scripture painting is unheard of by Yang Ji. See the unseen.

This is different from all the scriptures and paintings that Yang Ji has come into contact with.

"What the hell is this?"

Yang Ji looked at the scriptures and paintings, secretly thinking and doubting in his heart.

The truth of the half-cut scripture painting should be that it has been abolished, and I have never heard of it, and the half-crippled scripture painting can still absorb the blood of others!

"There are evils, and there must be abnormalities. There must be some reason here. ”

Yang Ji looked at the smallpox above his head and said secretly in his heart.

More than a year ago, Yang Ji had carefully studied this scripture painting. At that time, Yang Ji's consciousness was absorbed into the paintings. I vaguely saw the words "Dongtian" on the quaint cave on the scripture painting, and the other two words hindered cultivation. Didn't see it.

"At this time and that time, I only had the cultivation of the martial arts triple at the beginning. I don't see any clues. Now it is not what it used to be, Xiao Zhoutian's cultivation is several times stronger than it was at the beginning. Now that I'm exploring again, I wonder if I can gain something?"

Yang Ji said secretly in his heart.

"Xiao Ji, I'm sorry for you. ”

Yang Ji spread his sleeves and swished. A dark shadow burst out, swept to the doorway, and hid in a crevice.

With Xiao Ji's protection, Yang Ji was slightly relieved.

This exploration is very consuming of the spirit, body, and flesh when the consciousness is ingested into it. Yang Ji had no way to respond to attacks from the outside world.

This is also the reason why Yang Ji released Xiao Ji.

"Phew!"

Taking a deep breath, Yang Ji slowed down his breathing, pushing the blood qi in his body, and the essence and energy slowly followed the blood qi to the peak, and then slowly stretched out a finger.

"Boom!"

In Yang Ji's feeling, it was like a thunderbolt slashing overhead, thunder roared in his ears, the wind was raging, and at the same time, a huge suction force came from between his fingers.

Hum, Yang Ji's mind shook, and his entire consciousness was instantly inhaled, and at the same time, the blood and qi on his body also flowed wildly......

The surging blood light rushed to his face, and Yang Ji seemed to be immersed in a vast sea of blood. Consciousness quickly fell into the sea of blood.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Ji finally saw the quaint cave again.

Unlike last time, when I saw it again, the cave was much clearer and taller, revealing a vast smell.

Yang Ji could even see the uneven stone on the door frame of the cave. It's unbelievable.

Yang Ji couldn't even determine whether this qiē was his own conscious perception. It's still real.

If it is a conscious imagination, this is too real.

And if it's true......

Yang Ji can't imagine it anymore, this is too mysterious.

There was silence all around, and Yang Ji couldn't feel his own existence. But you can see the cave. This time, Yang Ji finally saw all four concave cinnabar ancient seal characters on the lintel of the cave.

"Purple ...... Yang...... Cave Heaven!"

Yang commemorated the four big characters on the cave. In an instant, as if something had been awakened, a huge coercion suddenly appeared in the void, and then the wind and thunder roared, and the surrounding area was instantly distorted and blurred.

Just in an instant, Yang Ji's consciousness was shocked out of the scripture painting.

"Smack!"

The mutilated scripture painting in his hand snapped and pulled to the ground.

Yang Ji opened his eyes, his forehead was sweating like pulp, his face was pale, and his whole body was sore, almost as if he had fought a vicious battle. And the blood qi in the body was sucked to the last trace of it.

"This scroll of scripture painting is too evil!"

Yang Ji lowered his head and gasped heavily. It was the same last time, as long as the consciousness entered the scriptures, not only the spiritual power must be absorbed, but also the blood light in the body, and the whole person will be more tired than a big battle.

Even if Yang Ji comprehended the scriptures and paintings in the Tibetan scripture cave of the Iron Crown Sect, he had never been so wolfy.

"It seems that this scroll is not only poisonous to others, but also to oneself. ”

Yang Ji gasped and thought to himself. (To be continued......)